“Do you remember what I asked you seven years ago?”
“Can I keep a secret?”
I nod in answer.
“We got away with Sloan not knowing about us. But if he found us in here, with your lips on mine and your hands on my body, it would start a war. You have a big meeting tonight.” Ash slides her hands up my chest, holding my gaze. “You need to focus on what’s important.”
“I am,” I say without hesitation.
She sighs. “Go change. Sloan will get suspicious if we’re both gone for too long.”
I tug on her shirt. “You should throw this in the washer before the sauce sets.”
She glances down at the speckles of red sauce on the fabric and frowns before pulling the shirt over her head.
What the fuck is she doing?
I can’t help but stare at her nipples that poke through the lacy black bra. My cock jerks at the sight of her smooth skin dusted with freckles that dip between her cleavage. It’s not like I haven’t seen her naked hundreds of time before, but this time is different. We’re not together. Sloan is close enough to walk in on us at any time.
Ash pushes open the bathroom door and runs cold water over her shirt, rubbing at the spot. “I’ll meet you in the kitchen,” she says, working feverishly to get the stains out.
I bend down to press my lips against her ear, “If you undress in front of me again, I won’t stop myself from ripping off the rest of your clothes.”
Chapter Sixteen
Dylan
Ash is testing my self-control in this dress. She changed into a tight, red dress that stops mid-thigh, her tits spilling out from the top. Sloan begged her to wear something less revealing, which I seconded, and when Ash refused, Sloan asked me to look after her tonight.
Not like I’m the right person for the job.
“Keep Ash close,” Sloan says.
“I got it the first hundred times,” I shoot back.
Sloan gives me an angry scowl but doesn’t push the subject. If Ash were any closer to me, she would be in my lap. He hasn’t stopped worrying about her since we got here.
The three of us slip past the people waiting in line as the bouncer lifts the velvet rope for us. A pop song belts through the speakers. The music vibrates the floor, the sensation spreading up my thighs. With Ash swaying her hips in front of me, I can’t think straight. I need to be on my A-Game tonight. Sloan needs my undivided attention, and so does Date Crashers.
Sloan is in front of us, hitting on the waitress who is flirting back, while I keep an eye on Ash. She clings to my side, moving to her right to get out of the way of an incoming group. Sliding my hand to her hip, I pull her closer to me, allowing a drunken couple to pass.
Sloan is busy with the hot brunette leading us to the VIP section. So, I keep my hand on Ash’s ass for a few seconds longer to see if she’ll tell me to stop. She tips her head toward Sloan, and I nod. I’m fully aware of Sloan’s proximity and the fact that she doesn’t push me away.
Once we reach the VIP area, I sit on the couch next to Ash. She folds her arms across her chest, pushing her tits out even more. I have to stop looking at her, but it’s hard not to notice Ash.
Sloan grabs three bottles of Heineken from the bed of ice on the table in front of us and passes two of them to Ash and me. Ash takes it with an appreciative smile and gulps down half of the beer before I can raise the bottle to my lips. The music is so loud it’s near impossible to hear Sloan when he speaks.
I raise my hand to my ear, motioning that I can’t hear him. Sloan gets up from the couch across from me and sits on my left side.
“Max texted me. They’re here.” He taps my knee and grins. “You ready to get into the dating business?”
“Technically, we’re already are in the business.”
He tilts his head back and laughs. “Not quite, bro. We break people up. Now, we get the chance to bring them together… and offer them a way out if their date sucks.” He shrugs. “Win-win, right? No matter what, we can’t lose with this deal.”
“I’m not comfortable giving up more interest in the company,” I admit. “This could end up going sideways for us.”
“Nah.” Sloan waves his hand dismissively. “I crunched the numbers. We’re good.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Since when do you look at the numbers?”
“Since we’re about to make the biggest deal of our careers.”
“The numbers work,” I assure him. “But we don’t need another investor swooping in to take more of our company from us.”